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March 17, 2008 - LLee Janssen
Who else out there has caught that nasty bug that's going around? I'm not sure, but I think it bit me twice, and the second time around landed me in bed a solid week.
There's a lot that I'm not sure about, coming back to work today after being out of touch with the world as long as I was. And what parts of the world I was in touch with, those released via TV airwaves into the air around my fever-induced, off and on slumber, left me not quite sure of what was real and what wasn't. I thought I had fallen in love with Gene Simmons, for instance, after sleeping through too many episodes of Simmons Family Jewels ... could a rock star from the era really be smart and sober and straight?
I also thought I dreamed that the governor of New York was hooking up with a call girl. Until I saw a report on the nightly news. Then I dreamed of hope, and Hillary was all over the local TV, while Obama's face filled the cover of my Rolling Stone, laying on the floor next to my sick bed. But it was news from New York that dominated talk shows and fueled late night comedians. It also brought into the stream of public conscienceness other scandals involving high-profile men, both those involved with the same call girl ring and others with affairs of their own that have come to light in recent times. It made me wonder how many other women out there are sick and tired of watching our nation be led by playboys with dirty little secrets that sometimes come out in full view. Must we also now wonder about the stuff we don't know about?
Fortunately for me, that week has come to a close, the time-honored remedy of bedrest and fluids finally being the cure to what ailed me. It's too bad such a simple remedy won't cure the ills of our nation.
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